When we got home I went to get changed into a dress that I'm not too sure about, to get QEII's opinion. While I was in another room wrestling with buttons and belts, she busied herself with a piece of chalk and my kitchen blackboard.
Firstly, I had the beginnings of a shopping list on there -
light globes
wipes
- which she decided to deface:
Now that's just common, that sort of carry on.
And then she had the nerve to try to redeem herself with this blatant bit of crawling:
She insisted on having a giant serve of ice cream for dessert. I hope it gave her a bellyache.
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